The Problem Lyrics – Chuck Mason
Singer: Chuck Mason
Title: The Problem
Aww sh#t
Yep, up top, yeah
All praise to the most high
And all praise to myself ho
Number one fan of my own sh#t
Knew I was the best when ain’t nobody else know
Everybody else know
All my n#gg#s on a higher plane, so we operate in stealth mode
Had to put my name parallel to propane
If they throw flame, sh#t everybody else blow
Now my sh#t bumpin’ like braille
I just want the cover of the Double X-L
I just want the fame and the b#tchеs
I just want the claim to the riches
I just want thе flame to the bridges
n#gg#s want my fresh, want my depth
n#gg#s want my life, n#gg#s want my death
Want my wife, n#gg#s want my ex
n#gg#s want my flight and wanna trip my step, bet
Put my city on top, suma c#m laude
Oooo, God. Eat these lil n#gg#s like a cougar do
Goin’ in they skin like a tumor
Plus a lil p#ss# wanna do me like in Mulan Rouge
Two sign, deuce. Two times two
Lil n#gg#s’ head like a noose gone loose
In the club Ace of Spades, ice cold
But I bet the faint of heart can’t trump my suit, oooo
Name a motherf#cka who gone stop this or top this
A tall black Andy Milanakis? Just stop it
Flow so wet, I should mop it
Chuck M Mohammed, CPA. I’m such a prophet or profit
Tried to let you motherf#ckas hold this
I hope this, brings back faith to the hopeless
I note this, might be fifth a magnum opus
Felt God control my right hand when I wrote this
Soaked this in nitro, sparked it with a nice flow
Now spectators, speculatin’ like it might blow
Hold up … b#tch, whatchu mean might blow
Nightsons ensured me for the hit like Geico
I’m in this to win this
My DJ break records no Guinness
Please keep your hands off my genius
Just keep your head on my p#n#s and b#tch just bob
I just can’t stop, you bet not stop
Even when I’m on top, got a fear I’m gone drop
From that number one spot, but I’m hot
So I burn the game down on my way down
Tell them hating rappers better lay it face down
Not moved by the sh#t that you spittin’ no ouija
Believe me I’m bored, can’t take it no more
I give no f#cks bout an ego and just like an eagle I soar
Now I want more
I’m the Nightson who they call to show their #ss off
Scorpion flow, fire spit with the mask off
Spazz off, blast off any n#gg# spittin’
Crown Hill burial for any n#gg# livin’
Coming live from the Eastside
Heard a young king holler peace god
And I don’t think they want beef now
Must’ve lost your f#cking mind
Trying to come against the god
I carry your head around like a trophy
Lions for lambs
Gotta mute the strong so the weak won’t speak
Silence the lambs
Gotta murk em all so the weak don’t speak, no
Ahy, you don’t want problems, no
Ahy, you don’t want problems, ho
Ahy, you don’t want problems with we
Chuck M the motherf#cking problem, Peace
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net
You can purchase their music thru
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Other Popular Songs:
Антон Бускин - Ворон
J Hus - Massacre
Lyrics Chuck Mason – The Problem
Kindly like and share our content. Please follow our site to get the latest lyrics for all songs.
We don’t provide any MP3 Download, please support the artist by purchasing their music 🙂
You can purchase their music thru